Post by aella on Jul 3, 2011 22:01:51 GMT -5
AELLA KALLISTO EMERSON
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"Character is higher than intellect. A great soul will be strong to live as well as think."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
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AGE/DOB: 16 / August 14, 1960
YEAR: Sixth Year
HOUSE: Slytherin
AFFILIATION: Neutral
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual[/SIZE]
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EYE DETAILS: “I have bright blue, almond shaped eyes that sometimes look a cool shade of grey. I'd say that they're one of my favorite features.”
HEIGHT/WEIGHT/BUILD: height: 5'5" weight: 118 lbs. build: athletic, but still very feminine. “My body figure leaves nothing to be desired. I'm thin, but in an attractive and healthy way. I'm 5’5” in height and yes, I have some curves to go with the length. I have legs that go on for miles which I think are fabulous for my designer shoes.”
FACE: “I have a heart-shaped face and piercing blue eyes that could stop you dead in your tracks. I'd like to say they sparkle, but they can also be a cold and calculating grey. I have higher cheekbones and strong jaw-line from my father’s side of the family. I also have my mother’s small button nose.”
STYLE: “I like to keep things very elegant and simple. I like to make statements by how beautiful my dress is, not by how much jewelry and make-up I'm wearing. Which, by the way, I don't wear much of; make-up that is. I know the difference between classy and trashy and I have never once crossed that line. Ladies who dress like common whores have absolutely no respect for themselves; I wouldn't even call them a 'lady'. It's true that I can afford the fancy things in life, but that doesn't mean that I do that all of the time. I enjoy wearing comfortable clothing, especially when I'm studying and doing school work...which is what I do most of the time. However, I know what's appropriate and what's not when it matters most.”
FEELINGS: “I'd say that I'm average looking, but from what I hear others say, I guess I'm quite beautiful. Just remember that I wasn't the one to say that first, okay? Anyway, I know that when people compliment me, it's only because of my family's wealth and status in the community. Hell, dirty old men throw around compliments more than any of them…which is gross. I don‘t like to draw attention to myself; I‘d much rather be in the background than in the spotlight.
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-Studying/school
-Reading/writing
-Quidditch
-Shopping
-Men, duh.
-Summer
-Charms/Potions
-Thunderstorms
-Football (SHHH, I would be murdered. Literally.)
-Being with friends
LOATHES: Again, I could go on forever. I'll keep it brief, though:
-Blood purity prejudices. It's a bunch of rubbish.
-Ignorance
-Self-centered individuals.
-Failing
-Dark Arts (when used for evil)
-Bugs
-Mornings
-Coffee
-Being forced into things/ideals
-Narrow-mindedness
BOGGART: “I fear losing someone that I love whether it be a family member or a friend.”
DEMENTOR: “The death of my mother. I don’t like to talk about it.”
PATRONUS: Fox / “My best memory would probably be of me getting my letter to Hogwarts OR flying on a broom for the first time; I felt so free.”
AMORENTIA: “Flowers in bloom, vanilla, summer rain and my mother’s old perfume.”
VERITASERUM: “One; I lost my virginity to someone this year that I care nothing about. I was drunk and I regret it more than anything. Two; I don’t care about blood purity like my family does. I guess I’m a lot like my mother in that way. I try to keep that little secret from people who could use it against me.”
STRENGTHS:
-Ambitious
-Confident
-Trustworthy
-Loyal
-Com/passionate
WEAKNESSES:
-Stubborn
-Vocal (opinionated)
-Temper
-Caring too much
-Impatient
OVERVIEW: Out of all the girls in my (non-immediate) family, it's safe to say that I take the most after my mother. I often come across as arrogant and shallow, and I speak my mind freely (which a 'lady' should never do). I have a very blunt nature, expressing myself in no uncertain terms. I tend to be highly critical of unfamiliar things, and make my feelings on any particular subject known. However, I am very aware that my comments could be insulting to some. My attitude may have stemmed from my confident nature, but I can assure you, I'm not always so cold. I am a very strong-willed and independent girl, so I always feel like I have to defend myself. I do not like to depend on people to do things that I can do just as well, if not better. Once you get to know me, I'm quite pleasant, outgoing and friendly. Hell, I'm probably one of the most mysterious and confusing people you ever had the pleasure of meeting.
I have a huge heart and the people I love know that and some even use it against me. I tend to be a big ball of energy on my happy days and mellow/distant when I'm upset. I prefer to have my nose pressed into a book when I have free time and even when I'm in class; I can be the definition of a bookworm. To my close friends, I'm dependable, loyal and trustworthy. I can be very warm and caring; I fret over the safety of those I love in a motherly way. I would seriously protect them no matter what, even if they wouldn't protect me. I care deeply about friends, displaying a fierce and protective temper on their behalf as well as ruthless determination to keep them safe (this goes for family, too). I tend to avoid confrontation, but boy, I have a mouth on me. I say the most un-lady like things (curse words included) that would have my father washing my mouth out with soap. Or is that a muggle term? Whatever. I accept people for who they are and I'm not prejudiced. I have very strong morals and because of that, I have to deal with the outcomes. However, I'm not one to back down. Especially to a good ol' fight.
I’ve been through some things in my life that have made me a stronger person. Growing up in a cold and calculating family isn’t something that I’d wish on anyone. I don’t like the fact that I tend to close up to people when we’re getting close. I don’t like the fact that it’s hard for me to trust people. However, those are things I know I need to work on, even though I know it will be tough. When I was younger, I used to just act on my thoughts. I learned quickly that to ‘come out on top’, like my father always says, that I need to be calculating and cunning. That’s probably one of the reasons I ended up in Slytherin; that and the fact that I’ve been learning Dark Arts since I was a child. I wish I could have been placed in a different family sometimes; that I could have left this world of chaos like my mother. I know, though, that there is too much to do in this world still and it simply isn’t that easy. I don’t want to sound all depressing; it’s really unbecoming and unlike me.
I like to consider myself atypical compared to most girls. I love to go out and have fun and even get dirty from playing Quidditch; it doesn’t bother me. I’m not afraid to say what’s on my mind and I’m not afraid to stand up for others when it’s necessary. I’d like to think that I have a good head on my shoulders because of this. However, because of my families status in the community, I know how important it is to be a perfect lady when in the presence of other similar families. I like to be at school mainly because I can act myself and not have to worry about what I just mentioned. I think it’s important in this day and time to be your own individual; I certainly don’t like to follow the crowd, even if I don’t like to stand out.
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FATHER: Dirk Emerson - 42 - Ministry of Magic - Death Eaters - Former Slytherin
SIBLINGS: ----- Emerson - 17 - Order/Neutral - Ravenclaw
OTHER IMPORTANT FIGURES: Eagle Owl - Athena
WEALTH STATUS: Rich -- “Not everyone is rich, but my father comes from a long prominent bloodline. Having money can be a blessing or a curse; I think the latter most of the time.”
BIRTHPLACE: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Wiltshire, England
OVERVIEW: I would really rather not go into detail about the sick and sadistic past of my family, but I suppose I should. If you don't already know, I come from a long line of rich, pureblood elitists who are very set in their ways. We are all very powerful in our own way; most embracing the Dark Arts with open arms. I practiced the Dark Arts without protesting, but it doesn't mean that I liked it. Before my brother arrived at Hogwarts, nearly every generation that had went through the school was a Slytherin (minus my mum, but does that count?). I guess he wanted to shake things up a bit. I was sorted into Slytherin with a now heavy weight on my shoulders.
I, Aella Kallisto Emerson, was born on a warm summer evening on August 14, 1960. My father's hopes of having another boy were crushed when the Healer announced my gender. I was named after one of Hippolyte's Amazons in Greek mythology. She was the first to attack Heracles when he came for Hippolyte's girdle. Unfortunately, Heracles was invulnerable. Aella could not kill Heracles; thus, she was killed instead. Lovely story, right? But the name ‘Aella’ means “whirlwind.” It's certainly not a name I would have chosen for myself, but I like it. I think I like the fact that she was a warrior more. Anyway, I was the only girl born into the family, becoming the youngest child. I resembled my older brother a lot, ------, but my hair was entirely a different color; auburn. However, my eyes were just as blue. I guess I got a lot of the attention growing up from my father because I was tough. That proved to be bad, though, when he started teaching me Dark Arts. Let’s just say that I’m familiar with being on the receiving end of the Cruciatus Curse.
I was raised in the nursery (eventually) with my older brother. We had everything we could have dreamed of, but I was never paricularly interested in toys and the like. I would have much rather been read to or when I was old enough, pick up a book and read myself. Material things were never objects of my concern. I craved for knowledge and the chance to experience new things and places. However, when we were of age, we got our own rooms. I'd like to say that mine was the most calm and relaxing. I had a little window seat that I loved to curl up in and read a good book. My brother would often drag me into his room or outside to play, but I really didn't mind. We were both more similar than different. I could talk to him about everything, even at a young age. He was brave and very knowledgeable and I always looked up to him for those reasons.
I was raised with beliefs that I had absolutely no interest in. At one point in time, they would have meant the world to me. As I got older, though, I had developed quite the impassive face to wear while learning my father’s 'ideals'. I found out that I was a witch at the age of five or six. I blew up the windows in my room after displaying quite the temper tantrum. From that point on, I was always immersed in learning of what I was to become. When my father and I continued to...disagree...on certain subjects, I finally decided that I wanted no part in it. I let my mother teach me how to be a perfect lady and my manners were impeccable. I always followed the rules and I still tend to because I hate getting in trouble. But I knew that I'd fully be able to express myself once I left for Hogwarts and that day couldn't have come sooner.
At the age of eight, I found my mother dead in her bedroom. There was no blood surrounding her like there would be in some muggle crime. No, she was lying on the floor with her eyes wide open looking at the ceiling. I cried and screamed until I could feel my throat becoming raw. My brother ran into the room and saw what I had just minutes prior. He cried too, but he seemed to be more worried about getting me out of the room. I obliged, but not without putting up a small fight. My father joined us outside of her room and going in and observing what caused us to be so upset. I remember his face being pale, but he didn’t say more than two words; he didn’t seem sad. My mother was dead and all he said to us was, “It must have been her time.” It was clear to my brother and I after that, that our father had been involved in her murder. We knew better to confront him, though, even as children. That was undoubtedly the worst day of my entire existence. Years passed slowly after that and my brother had now been at Hogwarts for a year. On my eleventh birthday, I waited very impatiently for the family owl to arrive. I couldn't have been more ready to embrace some change in scenery and get the chance to see my brother again.
Hell froze over the day that I was sorted into Slytherin. Not because most of my family had been sorted there, but because I knew what kind of people were in that House. I was happy, of course, but I knew that I would have to watch my back more than most people. The Sorting Hat made a comment that, 'I had the traits of a Ravenclaw, but my mind and heart where elsewhere.' I obviously understood that at the time; I had grown up and grown cold since the death of my mother. I knew I had to get my thoughts focused elsewhere if I ever wanted to be happy again. I quickly made it to the top of my classes and loved the competitiveness among my classmates. I met classmates that loved learning as much as I did and life finally started to feel normal. I felt like I actually belonged for the first time in my entire life. I was never the wild party girl, but I did like to have fun; still do. I knew that if I really wanted to, I could have had a boyfriend in a snap. However, even though I got along better with the boys, didn't mean I wanted one following me around all the time. Now, in my sixth year, I'm worried about my OWLS and still not worried enough about how people view me. I would rather be loved for who I am than loved for who I'm not.
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AGE: 19
GENDER: Female
EXPERIENCE: 10 Years
SECRET WORD: Admin Edit
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RP SAMPLE:
She still hadn’t looked at him in the eye, it was nearly impossible. There was reasoning behind her not telling him and one of the main reasons was embarrassment. She was ashamed of her decisions, and she just didn’t want to talk about it. Of course, he more than anyone deserved a full explanation. It sounds silly, but when she and Matthew started dating, she secretly wished that Anthony would come and take her away. To tell her that he was an idiot, but he didn’t want her to be with anyone else. He was a guy, though, so things like that rarely happened in real life. Instead, she had been ‘gifted’ with horrible experiences through her early adulthood. She went through more before she was twenty three than anyone the age of forty goes through. It was terrible and the pressures of everyday life and death had strained her. The only people who lost their spouses were the muggles who had family in the military. It was a depressing time for her and everything, all of the emotions, were starting to creep back up from hiding. She was, once again, going to have to experience all of her thoughts and actions during that time long ago. It was probably why she had started to cry and hadn’t noticed it. It made her feel weak, made the wall that she had built up around those memories come crumbling down in front of her. He had to know, though. He deserved an explanation, even if it hurt her.
"Honestly, you should have stepped up to them. You could've stayed with us and have brought Darrow then they wouldn't win in either situation. I am guessing though that you stayed with Darrow because there was no other parent for him? It has bothered me the most that I was told to never tell her about you. Had I been able to, it might have been easier for her to understand some of this." Again, he was right. He was nearly right about everything, even when she didn’t want him to be. She already knew it was her fault, so why not be hounded again for it? She had only had numerous earfuls from various family members and friends over the years; It was his turn now. No, it wasn’t completely all of her fault. The Lane’s were vicious and didn’t give her any options. Especially, when it came to Darrow. Looking up towards the ceiling slightly, she closed her teary eyes before bringing herself back down to Earth. She was sitting in front of the man she loved and the father of her daughter. The daughter that she hadn’t got to raise or even see until recently. It was like a slow torture just sitting there near him. Not wanting to look at him while she cried silently. Being this woman that was portrayed as a cold hearted bitch had it’s downfalls. One of them being that they were supposed to be emotionless. Now, Kristen was cold…from being a Vampire and a bitch…when it came to the ‘woman’ in Tony’s life. This façade that people had surrounded and affiliated her with was pretty far from the truth. What could she do about it, though?
Bringing her elbows up on the table, she let her head fall into her right hand slightly. She rubbed her temple slowly, trying to think of what to say. She knew he had more questions, but she just…she didn’t want to be depressed and crying the rest of the evening. She knew it’d be unavoidable at this point, though. "Pepper, I honestly can tell you that you should've did more. You have no idea, how hard it was to have a five year old ask you where her mother was. At least, you could tell Darrow that his father was gone." This made her look up to him, something she didn’t necessarily want to do. I know…this is a horrible excuse. But as of right now, it’s my only reasoning. I was…eighteen when I got married and nineteen when I had Darrow. Rain came along not too long after. In between the two, I had lost my husband. I was still a teenager when this family that I thought loved me, was telling me to do all of that. I didn’t know what to do…I was away from my immediate family…it was a terrible mistake. No one goes through all of that before the age of twenty three! Wiping her eyes once more, she let out a useless sigh before making eye contact once again. I’m sorry…I don’t know what else I can really say right now without having a nervous breakdown. With that being said, she looked away.
It was hard to tell what was going to happen with their relationship now. She hoped that by telling him that, it would help a little. Help him to understand just exactly what she was going through. Scooting out of the booth, she told him that she was going to get some fresh air. What that really meant was that she was going to get a drink and smoke outside. Walking up to the bar, she ordered a fire whiskey before making her way to the door. Once outside, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She wasn’t expecting the night to be like this, but hey, Sh*t happens. She had just finished half of a cigarette before she heard movement near her. Being an idiot like she was tonight, she had left her wand inside along with her purse. Before she knew it, someone had a hand on her mouth and had pushed her hard against the wall. She let a whimper, but she knew if he would turn around slightly, she could wrestle her way out of it. It didn’t look like that was going to happen anytime soon, though, Couldn’t she just catch a break, dammit?
"Honestly, you should have stepped up to them. You could've stayed with us and have brought Darrow then they wouldn't win in either situation. I am guessing though that you stayed with Darrow because there was no other parent for him? It has bothered me the most that I was told to never tell her about you. Had I been able to, it might have been easier for her to understand some of this." Again, he was right. He was nearly right about everything, even when she didn’t want him to be. She already knew it was her fault, so why not be hounded again for it? She had only had numerous earfuls from various family members and friends over the years; It was his turn now. No, it wasn’t completely all of her fault. The Lane’s were vicious and didn’t give her any options. Especially, when it came to Darrow. Looking up towards the ceiling slightly, she closed her teary eyes before bringing herself back down to Earth. She was sitting in front of the man she loved and the father of her daughter. The daughter that she hadn’t got to raise or even see until recently. It was like a slow torture just sitting there near him. Not wanting to look at him while she cried silently. Being this woman that was portrayed as a cold hearted bitch had it’s downfalls. One of them being that they were supposed to be emotionless. Now, Kristen was cold…from being a Vampire and a bitch…when it came to the ‘woman’ in Tony’s life. This façade that people had surrounded and affiliated her with was pretty far from the truth. What could she do about it, though?
Bringing her elbows up on the table, she let her head fall into her right hand slightly. She rubbed her temple slowly, trying to think of what to say. She knew he had more questions, but she just…she didn’t want to be depressed and crying the rest of the evening. She knew it’d be unavoidable at this point, though. "Pepper, I honestly can tell you that you should've did more. You have no idea, how hard it was to have a five year old ask you where her mother was. At least, you could tell Darrow that his father was gone." This made her look up to him, something she didn’t necessarily want to do. I know…this is a horrible excuse. But as of right now, it’s my only reasoning. I was…eighteen when I got married and nineteen when I had Darrow. Rain came along not too long after. In between the two, I had lost my husband. I was still a teenager when this family that I thought loved me, was telling me to do all of that. I didn’t know what to do…I was away from my immediate family…it was a terrible mistake. No one goes through all of that before the age of twenty three! Wiping her eyes once more, she let out a useless sigh before making eye contact once again. I’m sorry…I don’t know what else I can really say right now without having a nervous breakdown. With that being said, she looked away.
It was hard to tell what was going to happen with their relationship now. She hoped that by telling him that, it would help a little. Help him to understand just exactly what she was going through. Scooting out of the booth, she told him that she was going to get some fresh air. What that really meant was that she was going to get a drink and smoke outside. Walking up to the bar, she ordered a fire whiskey before making her way to the door. Once outside, she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. She wasn’t expecting the night to be like this, but hey, Sh*t happens. She had just finished half of a cigarette before she heard movement near her. Being an idiot like she was tonight, she had left her wand inside along with her purse. Before she knew it, someone had a hand on her mouth and had pushed her hard against the wall. She let a whimper, but she knew if he would turn around slightly, she could wrestle her way out of it. It didn’t look like that was going to happen anytime soon, though, Couldn’t she just catch a break, dammit?
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